Out the Gate
Turn me up Boss
Boss gon' turn me up but he never turning like doorknobs
Make sho' you gotta strategies if you really want sco' dawg
We came out the gate like we ain't really have no keys
We came out the gate no invitation we gon' flee
If we don't succeed tell my lawyer drop the pleas
We came out the gate like we ain't really have no keys
We came out the gate no invitation we gon' flee
She saw 500k then drop down to her knees
Bitch you for the team I'ma dog Ed Reed
Still going Swift in that lane we gon' speed
Drive for Lil' Steve put perfecto in my craft no not Robert but I love cheese
So tell em' bout them times I'd get in between
Pure codeine turn my cup green
Put the pole to his temp now he upbeat do you know what that mean
Definition of a fast life nigga from the streets
No NBA we throwin' 4's like a sweep
Told 4 nem' I won't cross sometimes don't even cross my T's (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Boss gon' turn me up but he never turning like doorknobs
Make sho' you gotta strategies if you really want sco' dawg
We came out the gate like we ain't really have no keys
We came out the gate no invitation we gon' flee
If we don't succeed tell my lawyer drop the pleas
We came out the gate like we ain't really have no keys
Still going Swift in that lane we gon' speed
Drive for Lil' Steve like we ain't really got no keys
We left for a show gassed up at WaWa for a pit stop
PSA Lil' Tasha I got mac just like I'm Rick Fox
Draco gotta' cooley rapid fire til' that bitch stop
Yes I'm from the trenches you get bust down like a wristwatch
Instagram bops I can see it with no picture
Fuck em' and you duck em' after you I want yo' sister
Gang shit we come from the park ain't talking Vista
We ran up them racks just tryna' blow up like a whistle
So nonchalant to all the fake smoke
Promise keep the volume stuck on zero til' the case closed
I put caps of molly in my Wockhardt like I'm Tadoe
On my way from Campbells noodle soup to Rodeyo
Boss gon' turn me up but he never turning like doorknobs
Make sho' you gotta strategies if you really want sco' dawg
We came out the gate like we ain't really have no keys
We came out the gate no invitation we gon' flee
If we don't succeed tell my lawyer drop the pleas
We came out the gate like we ain't really have no keys
We came out the gate no invitation we gon' flee
Drive for Lil' Steve
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah (Long live my brothers man)
Boss gon' turn me up but he never turning like doorknobs
Make sho' you gotta strategies if you really want sco' dawg
We came out the gate like we ain't really have no keys
We came out the gate no invitation we gon' flee
If we don't succeed tell my lawyer drop the pleas
We came out the gate like we ain't really have no keys
We came out the gate no invitation we gon' flee
She saw 500k then drop down to her knees
Bitch you for the team I'ma dog Ed Reed
Still going Swift in that lane we gon' speed
Drive for Lil' Steve put perfecto in my craft no not Robert but I love cheese
So tell em' bout them times I'd get in between
Pure codeine turn my cup green
Put the pole to his temp now he upbeat do you know what that mean
Definition of a fast life nigga from the streets
No NBA we throwin' 4's like a sweep
Told 4 nem' I won't cross sometimes don't even cross my T's (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Boss gon' turn me up but he never turning like doorknobs
Make sho' you gotta strategies if you really want sco' dawg
We came out the gate like we ain't really have no keys
We came out the gate no invitation we gon' flee
If we don't succeed tell my lawyer drop the pleas
We came out the gate like we ain't really have no keys
Still going Swift in that lane we gon' speed
Drive for Lil' Steve like we ain't really got no keys
We left for a show gassed up at WaWa for a pit stop
PSA Lil' Tasha I got mac just like I'm Rick Fox
Draco gotta' cooley rapid fire til' that bitch stop
Yes I'm from the trenches you get bust down like a wristwatch
Instagram bops I can see it with no picture
Fuck em' and you duck em' after you I want yo' sister
Gang shit we come from the park ain't talking Vista
We ran up them racks just tryna' blow up like a whistle
So nonchalant to all the fake smoke
Promise keep the volume stuck on zero til' the case closed
I put caps of molly in my Wockhardt like I'm Tadoe
On my way from Campbells noodle soup to Rodeyo
Boss gon' turn me up but he never turning like doorknobs
Make sho' you gotta strategies if you really want sco' dawg
We came out the gate like we ain't really have no keys
We came out the gate no invitation we gon' flee
If we don't succeed tell my lawyer drop the pleas
We came out the gate like we ain't really have no keys
We came out the gate no invitation we gon' flee
Drive for Lil' Steve
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah (Long live my brothers man)
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Writer(s): Zachary Blackstock
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